In the aftermath of the tragic deaths of the intermediaries, the four regions—South, North, West, and Central Plains—began to mobilize their forces and prepare for the impending battle against the monsters. The news had stirred a sense of urgency and pressure within the hearts of the people, who looked to their strongest fighters with expectations.
In the South, known for its fiery spirit, preparations were in full swing. The region boasted an impressive number of A-rank degu users, reaching hundreds of thousands. These formidable individuals possessed extraordinary abilities, honed through countless hours of training and dedication. They were renowned for their fierce combat skills and unwavering loyalty to their homeland.
"We won't let those monsters run rampant in our territory," declared one South A-rank fighter, his voice filled with determination. "We've got the numbers, the strength, and the will to crush 'em. They're gonna regret ever crossing our path!"
The sentiment echoed throughout the region, with people rallying behind their warriors and placing their faith in their collective power.
Up in the North, where the icy winds blew and the land was harsh, the A-rank degu users were a force to be reckoned with. The region boasted an equally impressive number of hundreds of thousands of A-rank fighters, each possessing unique abilities tied to the elemental forces of ice and snow."We've weathered storms far worse than these monsters," a grizzled veteran said, his breath visible in the frigid air. "We'll freeze 'em solid and shatter 'em into a million pieces. Let 'em come, we'll send 'em back to whatever hole they crawled out from!"
The people in the North nodded, their determination unwavering as they believed in the strength of their fighters and the resilience of their region.
In the West, a land of diverse landscapes and great natural beauty, the A-rank degu users prepared to defend their home. With hundreds of thousands of highly skilled fighters at their disposal, the West stood strong. They possessed a deep understanding of strategy and were well-versed in a variety of combat styles, making them a formidable force.
"We've seen what these monsters can do, and we won't underestimate them," a West A-rank fighter proclaimed, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "We'll plan our moves, exploit their weaknesses, and take 'em down. Our region may be known for its beauty, but don't you dare forget that we're also a force to be reckoned with!"
The people of the West rallied behind their fighters, knowing that their strength lay not only in their numbers but also in their strategic prowess.
In the Central Plains, a region filled with diverse landscapes and bustling cities, preparations were underway. While their number of A-rank degu users was on par with the other regions, the Central Plains took pride in their discipline and meticulous approach to combat. They saw themselves as the epitome of strength and held high expectations for themselves.
"We won't allow the monsters to disrespect us any longer," a Central Plains A-rank fighter stated firmly. "We'll show them what it means to face the true might of our region. No stone unturned, no weakness unnoticed. We'll strike with precision and bring them to their knees!"
The people of the Central Plains stood united, their eyes filled with anticipation as they believed in the strength and strategy of their fighters.
As each region made their preparations, their determination grew, fueled by the expectations of their people. The monsters had provoked a response they hadn't anticipated. With hundreds of thousands of A-rank fightersand almost million of B ranks... They were ready to face them, the regions were poised to take the monsters head on.
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As the news of the upcoming battle against the monsters spread throughout the East, the people felt a mixture of fear and hope. Every day, they gathered in their homes, their places of worship, and even on the streets, praying for the safety of their loved ones and their beloved region. They clung to the belief that the heroes of the world would rise up and defeat the monsters that threatened their very existence.
In their prayers, they expressed their deepest desires, their hopes that the brave warriors from the four regions—South, North, West, and Central Plains—would live up to their promises. The declarations made by these regions had ignited a spark of hope in the hearts of the East. They held onto the words spoken with such fervor and determination, finding solace in the thought that help was on its way.
"Please, let our heroes triumph over these monsters," whispered a worried mother, her eyes filled with tears as she clasped her hands tightly. "Our children, our families, our way of life—all of it hangs in the balance. We pray for their strength, their courage, and their victory."
In the bustling streets of the East, people spoke with both trepidation and anticipation. They gathered in small groups, sharing stories and rumors, their voices filled with both fear and hope. They discussed the heroes from the four regions, exchanging information and building legends around their names.
"I've heard the fighters from the South have fists of fire," one excited bystander exclaimed, his eyes wide with awe. "They're gonna turn those monsters into crispy critters, mark my words!"
"And what about the North?" chimed in another, his voice filled with curiosity. "I hear their fighters can freeze anything in their path. Those monsters won't know what hit 'em!"
The conversations carried on, as the people of the East clung to the belief that the heroes from the four regions would be their saviors. They found strength in the unity displayed by these regions, as they declared their intentions to save the East from the clutches of the monsters.
"We're not alone in this fight," a determined voice spoke out, resonating with the hopes of many. "The South, the North, the West, and the Central Plains—they've pledged to save us. We may be facing dark times, but let's believe in them! They are our only hope now!"
As the days passed, the prayers and hopes of the East grew stronger. The anticipation built up like a pressure cooker, as the people eagerly awaited the arrival of the heroes who would face the monsters head-on. They knew that their safety and the future of their region depended on the success of these brave warriors.
And so, the people of the East prayed and hoped, their faith unwavering. They believed in the power of four regions, in the strength of their other S-ranks, and in the ultimate triumph of light over darkness. Their prayers carried on, a beacon of hope amidst the looming threat, as they awaited the heroes who would come to their rescue. Even though they had witnessed how one S-rank monster wipe out five S-ranks, they knew that there are other S-ranks out their that might be able to fight the monsters.